Please let my daughter be a nerd

October 9th, 2014

I have a dream. Wait, hasn’t that been done before?


Scratch that. It’s more like a wish. Actually, I take that back – it’s a prayer.


Will you please join hands?


To the Man Upstairs, this is my prayer: if one day, I would be so blessed as to have a daughter, I wish that she’s a nerd.


Yes, you read that right.  A nerd. An intelligent, geeky, quirky human being – with suspenders and those glasses with the tape. The whole nine yards.


Okay, not so much the suspenders and glasses part. She’ll inherit her mother’s fabulous sense of fashion.


But we’re still sticking with the nerd part.


Before you call child services before I even have a daughter (and trust me, we’re looking at a good chunk of time), allow me to explain myself.


I come from a long line of mothers who prayed that their daughters would be nerds. Okay, it was just my mother – but still, you get the point. Way back when, circa 1999, my mom took me to one of those birthday parties where all the screaming children run rampant like a pack of wild animals. (Side note: this is not really something I’m looking forward to if I ever enter the far-off land of parenthood.)


My mom started talking to some of the other mothers at the party. Apparently, it was confession time. All the moms spilled their guts to one another, saying they had one prayer – for their daughters to be popular.


Well, my mom laid a Baby Ruth in the punch bowl when she confessed that she prayed I’d be nerd.


If I knew this tidbit of information then, I probably would’ve been a tad confused. Who wants to be a nerd? Why be the uncool, Hermione Granger of the class, when you could be the Regina George? (Sorry to mix movies on you).


What I realize is this: girls (and I suppose boys) who are nerds are just plain better. No, I do not have a “superiority complex.”


We end up better in the long run – no offense, cool kids.


And to be honest, nerds are probably easier to raise.


For starters, my mom didn’t have to worry about me going behind her back and getting all cozy with boys. Why get cuddly with kids with cooties when you could snuggle up with a nice book? If I had a nickel for every time I had a hot and steamy session with my Latin book on a Saturday night, I’d be rolling in dough. (Yes, conjugating verbs was crazy stuff).


But in all seriousness, nerdy girls don’t grow up too quickly. This, my friends, is one of the dangers of being a popular girl who’s way too obsessed with being liked. Unlike my classmates, I didn’t go on a Victoria’s Secret bra shopping spree when I was no longer flat-chested at the age of 12. Who, am I kidding? We were all still flat-chested then.


Nerdy girls aren’t afraid to pave their own paths. They can think for themselves. They’re loners at times. True, it can make for four painful high school years, but they gain a sense of independence – and, ultimately, a newfound confidence once they hit college.


They rake in the straight A’s, get most of their college tuition paid for and become the leaders of tomorrow.


And, odds are, they’ll find an intelligent significant other who’ll be on their level.


After landing a dream job because of their years of slaving away those Saturday nights with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s in one hand and a book about international relations in the other, they finally have more than enough money to go on those Victoria’s Secret bra shopping sprees – and now there’s actually a need.


So there you have it, folks. I pray that my daughter is successful. But sometimes gaining success, confidence and the ability to lead is a painful, awkward experience. Sometimes, you’re even laughed at for not conforming, and called a nerd.


But that’s life. And here’s the thing: nerdy girls are happy girls. They realize what’s important in life. They surround themselves with things they love (even if it’s big geeky books about ancient Greece). They surround themselves with the people they love (even if it’s a bunch of theater geeks who think that they’re life is one giant “Glee” episode).


And, they know how to unwind and have some fun: even if it involves staying in on a Saturday night binge-watching “The Big Bang Theory.”